My Boss, the White-haired Nun

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I have a fever today, thirty-nine degrees five, that's all I have, I'll make up for what's missing tomorrow.

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"Before him, you could still be regarded as half [The First Herrscher] or [The Herrscher of Reason]. After all, you were also the first person to climb to the peak on that road. But now this title should have Have you handed it over to him? Do you still have the incomplete authority you gained on that road?"

The blond-haired man. Standing in a place outside Berlin, looking at the black-haired man lying in the gap in the distant Berlin, he said with a light smile to the person beside him.

"And...he gave up your inheritance."

The man beside him was dressed in ragged clothes, and even a huge wound and the blood that was still slowly overflowing could be seen between the holes in his clothes. His long red hair was dry and greasy, and his face was still covered with ashes. scum.

It looked a little embarrassed.

"..."

The man didn't say a word when he heard the words, and he neither praised the black-haired man's actions, nor did he have any other feelings such as pity.

As if he just did an inconsequential thing.

"If he knew the value of that inheritance, he would probably cry and make that butterfly spit it out." The blond man said with great interest.

"The legendary Nicholas's understanding of science and Houkai for hundreds of years, his experience in developing the ability of [Hererscher of Reason], the ability of Houkai equivalent to a complete Herrscher, and other estimates I still have Things that I don’t know. Tsk tsk, I’m really tempted, not to mention that he is a perfect fit. If it is completely digested, let alone directly complement all his abilities to achieve a perfect body, and even go a step further. indefinite."

The red-haired man remained silent, still saying nothing.

"Nicholas, why don't you always be silent, and express some opinions." The blond man seemed a little dissatisfied with his silence, "You are always silent like this, making me feel like a clown singing a one-man show."

"In my eyes, there is really no difference between you and a clown who sings a one-man show." The red-haired man said hoarsely, the first sentence he met the blond man.

"Well...that's true." However, Otto didn't care about his sarcasm, and instead thought seriously, "Perhaps I can indeed arrange a clown's alias for myself."

"The clown who regards the whole world as a stage, deceives all the audience and everything but does not lie to himself. With an absurd smile and a fire of revenge that wants to ignite the whole world in his heart. Ah! What a poetic image."

He laughed and spread his arms, as if speaking loudly to the world.

"It really suits me! Nicholas!"

"...You are already crazy." Gong Ming raised his head from the silence, glanced at him with tired eyes, and said so.

"Am I crazy, don't you know?" Ao Tuo laughed and replied nonchalantly.

"Yes, you are indeed not crazy." However, after thinking about it, Gong Ming agreed with him. "Whether it's good or bad, meaningful or meaningless, a madman can't do something like you. Depravity can't hide your talent."

With unabashed disgust, he concluded, "You're just plain scum."

"That's thanks to your good teaching, teacher." The ruler of the dark side of the world, the most noble person in the world, the bishop of destiny, Otto, bowed respectfully to the man in front of him. "Of course, I deserve nothing more than your admiration of my talents. As for your accusations of my character, I have no doubt that I am responsible for them."

"After all, you are such a noble hero." He looked at the red-haired man with hideous wounds all over his body, and said with a dramatic "sincere", but now he said in a mocking tone.

"You don't need to mock me with such words." Gong Ming said calmly. "I've never been a nice person, and you don't need to remind me of that."

"How can this be a mockery?" Otto folded his arms. "I am sincerely complimenting you."

"Are you a brat, a bratty shrew, or a diplomat playing tricks?" Gong Ming said indifferently.

"The two of us know exactly what you mean by your own words, so why play with these conveniences? Or as a man, you don't even have the responsibility for what you said?"

"..." Otto was silent, his face flushed red.

"Or you can continue to mock me with [men are all big pig's feet] now. But that has no meaning other than making me sick of you even more."

"Okay..." Otto forcibly suppressed the flush on his face, and spread his hands pretending to be calm. "Teacher, you are really a good debater..."

"I'm not arguing with you, but explaining something more basic." Gong Ming looked at his student and said calmly.

"Even though there is no such thing as absolute black and white, right and wrong in this world. But there is always a black side and a white side to a matter. The core of the debate is to distinguish the importance and the priority, for the matter to be Find a suitable position between black and white. Instead of looking for loopholes in the other party’s words, take advantage of the tongue. That will make you farther and farther away from the truth, and it will have no meaning.”

After saying this, Gong Ming stopped his words, as if he was waiting for Otto's understanding, and Otto also continued to remain silent, as if he was thinking about something more distant.

"Heh... that's really your style..." Suddenly, the blond man laughed at himself, breaking the peace in the arena. "This kind of teacher's tone of lecture to students is really a long memory... In my memory, you should have not talked to me like this for hundreds of years."

Gong Ming moved his fingers slightly when he heard this, and then calmed down again.

"...It's my fault." He lowered his eyebrows and nodded.

"I should have realized that you are a fully mature male, and I should put you on an equal footing with me when talking, rather than talking to you in a teaching tone. Even as an opponent , This is also disrespectful to you."

"At this point, I should apologize to you."

"No, no, it's not a matter of apologizing or not. Your words will only make me realize how noble you are." Otto shook his head and clenched his fists.

"You are always like this, always right, always grasping the truth, shining on this world like the sun, even if you bear a bad name and are cast aside by others, you never change."

"I'm not always right, it's like I was still apologizing to you for what I did wrong just now. No one in this world will always be right..." Gong Ming just wanted to explain, but he didn't finish his sentence It was interrupted by Otto.

"But, this will only make me want to destroy you even more!" The blond man suddenly revealed a ferocious expression, and said loudly.

"..."

"I didn't want to do anything today." Circles of golden ripples began to appear behind Otto, and the muzzles of the guns that Gong Ming was very familiar with but now turned into golden yellow protruded from the center of the ripples.

[Mimicry Skyfire Sacred Judgment]

"Anyway, I can't kill him. Although he is already injured, it's a bit ineffective to kill him at this time, right? And it's boring if there is nothing more to do after killing him."

Gong Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.